“I can’t choose.”
When he said those words, Xian had known that he wasn’t referring to which dishes he should order.
But knowing nothing of what was going on in Xian’s mind, Lance could only take his words at face value. He took the menu from Xian and handed it back to the waiter with his own copy.
“He’ll have what I’m having,” he told the waiter, who noted that down with a professional nod.
“Understood, sirs. Your food will be here shortly.”
After the waiter hurried off, Xian continued his charade.
“How short is ‘shortly,’ do you think?” he asked with a grin. Without waiting for an answer, he took out his phone and said, “Should we take some pictures in the meantime? This place is just begging to be photographed.”
Belatedly, after trying to light up his screen to get to the camera
